Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.